Deadpool of Gentle-Empire

A Story by Abishai100

Intro-portrait of the marvelous Deadpool, whose self-made inventiveness for heroics/vigilantism yields 'expression' for things.

An adaptation of Deadpool (Marvel Comics) vigilante-concepts/comics, I think my first in an original/fanfiction series. Thanks for reading,

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How'd I become Deadpool, a self-made masked vigilante, after experimenting with multiple 'incarnations' of street-justice manhood for the Ego? Well, honestly, I'd become frustrated as a sociologist of American Homeland crime, and I tried varied ways to cast myself as a man of action, during 21st-Century tribulations like the Coronavirus (Selfie-like).

READER: That's funny, a brazen label for the States, Deadpool.

ME: I won't tell you my actual name, since I'm shedding snake-skin, friend!

READER: Can you really inject Earth with sportsmanship/idealism, pal?

ME: Don't doubt it...I feel the brazen phones (sure!).

So, I tried many ways to cast myself as a hero-man, and I knew there'd been a special languages-IQ for making the visage of my alias (vigilante) 'Deadpool' come across as trained/experimental, but my early faces, during, say the Coronavirus quarantine, in Miami Beach and Atlantic City for Summer, was merely goodly-citizenry calculation (sure).

POLICE CHIEF: Thanx, Deadpool.

ME: If I wanted to rob a bank, it'd be for blood-diamonds heroics, not Hell!

POLICE CHIEF: Yeah, that city-gang was behind some horrid insurance-woe.

ME: That's the flavor of post-9/11 era States, Chief...street-fiction/hype.

POLICE CHIEF: You're a good man.

ME: You hope so (wisely!).

I found my name and art. I was officially the Deadpool (ha). I had a brazen-gun and a cool face for masked operations. I was scarred-enough psychologically for interventions in criminal-justice journal writing in the States (damn). I was on my way to making myself a constantly reinventing 'god' for the art of bureaucracy-defense (for the Ego).

ACTRESS: You like celebrity?

ME: I like defending celebrities, beautiful statue.

ACTRESS: You flirt like a writer, damn.

ME: Yeah, I had that line written on my palm (hmmm).

ACTRESS: I bet you dated an actress!

ME: Well, it wasn't you...and this is all Facebook-like (for anyone!).

ACTRESS: Vigilantism (Facebook-reference?).

I was amazing, but then I met my evil-match, in the form of a fatso and eco-capitalism bad-guy in the Windy-City of incomplete-bureaucracy force, and this guy called himself the Bull (ha). I had to find a way to humiliate him, in front of Facebook fans of thermals (hmmm).

JOURNAL: "I had this dream, visited by ghosts from the dark-side of a stranger land...a forest (Pine Barrens?)...and I wanted their advice (actually) for some football quest."